"I …"
Duan Mingyu, who was about to watch the show, was shocked. He stared at Chung Shen-soo with a look that said, "How can you be so shameless?"
Chung Shen-soo was thick-skinned. He stared back at him as if to say, "Aren't you my defeated opponent?"
Duan Mingyu was about to spit out blood.
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Yu Xiaoshan agreed without hesitation.
From the description of his two followers, he already knew that Duan Mingyu was the guy who talked nonsense outside the restaurant.
But he was from the Plain Sound Sword Sect, so he couldn't take revenge in public.
But he could teach him a lesson in a martial arts competition.
Ever since he started cultivating, he had defeated disciples from the eight forces, but he wasn't that strong.
As for the younger generation of the Plain Sound Sword Sect, he wasn't afraid of anyone except for the Sword and Qin Dual Spellers!
Did he really think that the strength of the 108th place on the Mortal List was fake?
"I … Sigh, then I'll make my move."
Duan Mingyu had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only stare at Yu Xiaoshan.
"Of course, you can make your move. I'll let you have three …"
Yu Xiaoshan closed his fan. He practiced the Thousand Mountain Sword Art of the Thousand Mountain Swordsman, but in order to be elegant, he incorporated the sword art into his fan. Therefore, he didn't carry a sword, but his strength was unharmed.
But all of a sudden, he felt a chill in his face.
Clang!
He seemed to hear the sound of a zither. There was only one sound, but it seemed to carry a chill that penetrated through the ages, causing his hand that was holding the fan to slow down a beat.
At this moment, a figure jumped out from Duan Mingyu's seat, holding a pair of bamboo chopsticks, circled Yu Xiaoshan's neck, and then fell back to his seat.
This movement was incomparably swift.
When everyone reacted, they saw Duan Mingyu holding a strand of hair in his chopsticks. He asked with a smile, "How is it? Do you want to continue? "
Yu Xiaoshan touched his neck and found that his back was covered in cold sweat.
What would have happened if his opponent had taken his neck instead of his hair?
"The Lingering Sword Art of the Plain Sound Sword Sect is indeed worthy of its reputation! I admit defeat … "
His face was ashen, and he asked unwillingly, "May I know your name?"
The crowd was silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar.
A macheteman slammed the table and stood up, overturning the dishes and wine on the table. However, he was not aware of it. "What did I just see? Jade Fan Sword Yu Xiaoshan lost in a sword fight? "
"Is the Ranking List of Young Masters going to change again?"
The group of people excitedly looked at Duan Mingyu with all kinds of expressions of envy and jealousy. They simply wished they could be in her place.
Duan Mingyu, on the other hand, felt disgusted as if she had eaten something.
Could it be that he, an expert ranked 33rd on the Ranking List of Young Masters, was going to fight for the 108th position?
At this moment, he wished he could cover his face with his sleeves. After all, there were too many people staring at him, and there was bound to be someone who recognized him.
At this moment, he was extremely unlucky. The more he was afraid of something, the more likely it would happen.
"Eh? Young Master, you look familiar to me. Are you Duan Mingyu? "
"The Zither and Sword Dual Master on the Ranking List of Young Masters?"
The restaurant was in an uproar.
It was an acquaintance!
"Ahhhh!" Duan Mingyu roared in his heart, but he could only put on an awkward and polite smile on his face. He glared fiercely at the culprit next to him.
But he found that Chung Shen-soo had disappeared at some point. There was only a line of words written on the table with wine — "I met an old friend by chance, I'll be back soon."
"Don't leave such a mess to me!"
Duan Mingyu looked at himself in despair as he was drowned by a crowd of people …
…
Chung Shen-soo slowly walked out of the restaurant.
He did not lie. He really saw an 'acquaintance'!
Or rather, he was not sure if it was an acquaintance.
Since he came to this world, he did not know many people. Most of them were in the remote Xiaoshan City. Occasionally, there were a few exceptions, and they were the few he met in the broken temple.
Earlier in the restaurant, he had sensed a pair of prying eyes.
Then he saw a young man in black with ordinary facial features.
Although the face was unfamiliar, Chung Shen-soo's intuition told him that he knew this person. He even associated it with the Ox God Temple on a stormy night.
Seeing him look over, the young man turned around and left the restaurant. Chung Shen-soo naturally chose to leave Duan Mingyu behind and followed the young man.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, suddenly sped up.
"This person's Qing Gong is not weak. He's on the Ranking List of Young Masters … Haha … I'm even more certain now."
Chung Shen-soo became more and more confident. When the two of them walked into a dead end, the young man in black turned around and said with a hoarse voice, "Why are you following me?"
"Because I saw an old friend in the Ox God Temple, so I came to see …"
Zhong Shenxiu couldn't just say that she was eyeing his treasure and wanted to try and steal it, right?
He didn't know any mind-bewitching techniques. Was he supposed to get rid of Gu Qingying first and see if he was lucky enough to see if the other party was stupid enough to bring the treasure with him?
"I don't know you!" The young man in black shook his head and denied, "I'm just a nobody in the Jianghu. How could I know the Five Element Palm?"
The young man in black refused to admit it.
His appearance was completely different from Gu Qingying. His gloved hands and arms were intact, and he did not carry a sword. He did not look like the young swordsman with a broken arm.
"Really? Friend Gu? "Chung Shen-soo smiled and pointed out the truth.
No matter what, he felt that the person in front of him was Gu Qingying!
The young man in black was speechless. He suddenly turned around and continued to run away with his Qing Gong.
Zhong Shenxiu naturally followed closely behind. The two of them chased and fled. In an instant, they were far away from the city, arriving in the wilderness.
Gu Qingying turned around and calmly took off the glove on his right hand.
His arm shone with a strange metallic luster under the sunlight. It was actually a prosthetic arm, and it was extremely flexible. It was as easy to use as a real hand.
At this moment, a blade came out of the palm of his hand.
"F * ck … Is this the legendary ninja's prosthetic hand?"
Chung Shen-soo rolled his eyes and secretly complained. Then, he smiled and said, "You don't want to pretend anymore?"
"I almost died several times before I found the killer fairy doctor to reattach my broken arm. I also ruthlessly cut my bones and changed my face. How did you recognize me?"
Gu Qingying stopped hiding and confessed his identity.
"It's just intuition," Chung Shen-soo answered frankly.
In fact, although this body was not as special as the herdsman in the main world, it still had some subtle senses.
Gu Qingying could do plastic surgery, but he didn't have to change his eyeballs. The eyes were the window to the soul.
"In other words … I will never forget a pair of eyes like Brother Gu's."
Gu Qingying was startled, then he smiled bitterly. "I only took a glance out of curiosity. I didn't expect Brother Xun's spiritual sense to be so amazing … Alas, if I had known earlier, I would have asked the Immortal Doctor to get me another pair of eyes …"
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